3, 2, 1.
It was the longest two minutes of my life. I sat on the edge of the bathtub hutched over the two tiny screens. As a sexual active person I have taken my fair share of pregnancy tests. And they always came out negative. Every single time. So would this one.
I had twisted my body and awkwardly peed on the stick successfully not peeing on my hands. That was a good sign already. I was a little concerned that the plus sign showed up almost immediately. But it would fade out to be replace by two solid lines in each window. No worries.
After two minutes had passed it still had a fucking plus sign. I re-read the instructions hoping that plus sign meant, "It's a plus that you aren't knocked up!" But no, it meant "It's a plus that you know who the baby daddy is!" Luckily it comes with two tests. I tried again.
Stupid fucking plus sign. Maybe it was defective? I considered having my male room mate pee on one, just to test it out, but I had to accept facts. I was pregnant. I was pregnant with the guy I had been dating for two months. Awesome! He was going to hate me. I just knew it.
That was six years ago and we have the best little family to show for it. And he doesn't hate me. Sometimes he finds me incredibly frustrating, but who can blame him. And now if I have to take another pregnancy test I know, they aren't always negative. Sometimes you get a plus sign, and that plus sign could mean anything. To me it ended up meaning "It's a plus that you get to be a mommy and eventually a wife."
Have you ever been in a situation that seemed bad, but ended up being the best?